Death On Your Doorstep

The Fright

        I pace my room, the door locked, my heart empty. I have become numb at this time, my bones are weak and my skin is thin. Maybe I can finish this torture myself rather then suffer threw another glance of the other side. Clutching my books and bag I slowly unlock my door, sliding my foot outside of the door. My back to the wall I inch threw the hallway. Slowly I step down the stairs, my hand gripping onto the railing as I exit my apartment. Taking the last step I flinch.

        Finding myself to be living is a blessing.  Grabbing the doorknob I pull the door open and step outside. It seems to be a normal day, the sun is high, children laugh and play at the park nearby. Walking away from my Apartment my step quickens.  I hear a heart wrenching scream. My own scream, I feel a a  hand hold my own. I pull back, ripping my hand away.

        I look up to see my friend, her hand clutching onto my shoulders. "April!" She screams, her voice filled with concern. The sight of her calms me, her hands slide from my shoulders. "Whats wrong April." Repeatedly saying my name as if I didn't know it. "I- I am fine." Brushing her off I begin to walk down the cracked sidewalk.

        She stays close to me, hovering behind. I recently attempted suicide. I woke in the hospital with stitched wrists. Ever since she has not let me away from her. Usually she isn't as protective, she joined a group of people I do not speak to. Her friends to not enjoy my company, and her parents have started keeping her from me. I don't know why. "April-" She starts, but then decides otherwise. "Listen." She says again, no conversation plans. We walk in silence, for then on. We reach the high school steps. Hesitantly I lift my foot and place it down onto the first step. Lifting the other, like clock work I make my way up the three steps. We part as we enter, she going to her crowd of friends, and me going to my locker.